An Afternoon Tea

"Of course the research wasn't for ME, silly!" she coos, playfully tugging on my large, sturdy stainless steel rings that are permanently attached to my elongated nipples highlighted by the mortifying nipple holders that tug my nipples straight out as if on proud display. Wincing, I muse, "Thank goodness the piercings have healed completely!"

Tweaking the tips of my hard nipples as she talks, Miss Debra continues, "But isn't that what you thought, Darling - at first, I mean? No no! I wanted YOU to come up with ways to feminize yourself! That's the beauty of it, don't you see? You did all this research on ways for a woman to look and feel more feminine, but what you didn't realize, silly head, was that these techniques would be used to utterly and irreversibly feminize YOU! Aren't I simply diabolical sometimes?!" she laughs, obviously pleased with herself, tousling my red locks. I look up in alarm at my reflection to see if she's damaged my well-coifed hairdo, then blush in embarrassment to think that this even occurred to me. I realize how successful she has been in feminizing me, making her little Barbie doll.

"Turning you into my darling little feminized plaything - my sex pet! And don't you feel all better now that you aren't one of those hairy chauvinistic males any more? You are so much sweeter, and more agreeable now, the way your are, as my sissified sex pet," She smiles, playfully licking my cheek again while casually flicking my nipple rings back and forth. I watch her from the corner of my eye, totally entranced by her scent, her eyes, her touch, her control.

"And speaking of pets and animals, we should get you prepared for your debut as my adorable pleasure pony girl, don't you think?"

I am in shock, my eyes wide... "A pleasure pony girl?" I wonder, the words creating vivid images of creaking leather harnesses, bridles, brightly colored plumes. How utterly, completely humiliating - to be treated and harnessed like a pretty --- mare!